Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Hello, J.Q. Rose

Thank you, Roseanne, I am thrilled to be
a guest on your blog today. My main character, Michigan snowbird Jim Hart, is
here with me. I had to twist his arm to come though. He is not one to seek the
spotlight. I thought your readers would like to hear first-hand from Jim about
the mystery concerning the unusual number of senior citizens dying on Sunshine
Boulevard. This comes at a time when many Northerners are getting ready to head
to Florida for the winter. I do not want to worry them, but this should serve
as a heads-up to snowbirds that some of your usual fun activities may be
interrupted this winter.

Jim, come on in and I’ll let you tell
your story.

Thank you, J. Q. and thanks Roseanne. I
don’t usually talk too much about that winter in Florida. It was the most
frightening time in my life.

I didn’t want to be pulled into the
investigations of mysterious deaths in our senior retirement and golf community
of Citrus Ridge. I’m the captain of the community’s First Responders. It’s a
group of volunteers in our area who offer first aid and comfort to our
residents as soon as a 9-1-1 call is received. We always arrive on the scene
before the ambulances and EMT’s get there.

That winter every call was not the
typical falling accident, high blood pressure, or heart problem. No. Those
would be good calls compared to what I witnessed at the homes where I found my
friends and neighbors dead when I arrived.

The death scenes haunt me. I have years
behind me as a First Responder and never have I seen or smelled such a body.
They were so yellow and turned to powder when touched. The homes were filled
with a sickening stench from the mummified bodies.

Excuse me. I need to grab my
handkerchief.

Jim, it’s okay. I know it is still
difficult for you to bring up all the trauma and grief you experienced during
that winter season. Continue when you’re ready. Or we can stop here.

No, J Q, I’m fine now. Thank you.

My wife and I sold our hardware business
up north so we could retire and escape to Florida in the winters to enjoy
golfing, relaxing on the beaches, dancing at the social club dances, eating
dinner at the Golden Corral, and playing games with our friends in Citrus
Ridge. However, that Florida winter season was not the ideal retirement days we
have experienced in the past. Inexplicable deaths occurred on Sunshine
Boulevard, the main road that circles our entire community.

I’m sorry. I guess I just can’t continue
bringing up the horrible memories of those days. I’ve had enough. You’ve told
the story in Sunshine Boulevard, J Q.

Perhaps, if Roseanne’s readers are interested they can follow the story of that deadly
winter as I help the authorities to figure out who or what was killing the
seniors on Sunshine Boulevard.

Okay, Jim. That’s fine. Really
appreciate your being here today.

Roseanne, I believe you have the links
for more information about Sunshine
Boulevard on your blog. Thanks so much.

Please tell our readers where they can find your book and more information about you.

Wow. I only know Gloria, this was really great to meet Jim. Poor baby. Really shook him up. 'Coure not sure how I would handle finding my friends and neighbors dead. I'm sure Gloria was devastated. Love that woman. Great interview and great book to talk about during this spooky season.